Oblivian

A deep lamenting purple sprawls out across the sky.

Filling the heart, the soul, the mind with melancholy sighs.

Cherubs soar like little dreams through everlasting love.

Their wings flutter like whispers soft to carry them above.

The stars appear as holes on the darkened curtain of night.

Through the holes in the curtain glimmer bits of heavens divine white light.

Pinkish hues define eternity, dizzying brightness tickles the land.

My dreams are made of angelic love,

come along I offer you my hand!

By: Talina S